The day of his death was warm, of course;
a day that stretched too long
and, when bad news rippled its curse,
it felled any chance of a song.
We love to peep into the lives of great
artists or, even worse,
ignore their performance until it’s too late
for a final note. Of course
the internet slowed on that day because
his talent had fuelled fame
and a martyr dropped in a moment’s rush
- a light put out of pain.
The earth’s core ached for weeks, days, hours:
he connected us all, of course.